Fragments From Floyd

I feel it: the energy that comes not so much from the change in temperature as from something else about Autumn. Is it this way for you where you live?

I wondered yesterday, surrounded by all the colors of our deciduous forest fall season, if maybe this zing I feel in fall might come from the colors themselves--the golds and reds, ocres and siennas--light and color therapy together.

Or is it the busy-ant impulse to scurry about squirreling away canned vegetables and firewood, knowing at some deeper level that fall's shorter days and first frost are really early warning signals? An unprepared person could (in earlier days) meet death in winter. There seems to be an urgency under the excitement.

I can't explain it. But I feel a high-octane need to be here in the middle of whatever forces are at work as October passes by. Things are happening and I don't want to miss any of it.

For the moment, leaves seem to carry clues to understanding the feeling of fall I feel. You'll see more of them while they last.